Finally Home {5:48}

Finally Home {5:48}

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“5:48 is home for the lost.” Ezra says simply. He smiles at me with such warmth, that I’m taken aback. And I realize that for the first time in my life, I am home. I’d been lost. I’d been drowning and suffocating, but Ezra has somehow managed to pull me to shore and save me. So, with a strange light-hearted feeling, I offer Ezra a small smile. It’s my first one in weeks, and it confirms that I am, indeed, home. ☆★☆★☆★☆ Wednesday was about to give up. After losing her dad, getting abused by her mom and fighting head-on all the monsters that life throws at her, she feels that the only way out is to end her life. And she tries to. Key word here; tries. Because enter the golden-haired plan-ruiner that is Ezra Boulanger, and Wednesday begins to see life in a different point of view.
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